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There are millions of people out there. But in the end, it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe. But I know there’s something beautiful in all my imperfections. A beauty in which he held out for me to see, a strength that can never be taken away. I remember the day we met. His smile, his touch. You can be anywhere when your life begins. When the future opens up in front of you, you may not even realize it at first but it’s already happening.

Out of all of the days and years I could’ve lived and life itself has seen I’m glad I’m alive at the same time you are.

It’s the strangest feeling—to love someone this way.

The gentle look in his eyes reminded me of the boy I’d fallen in love with years ago.

You can forget that other people carry pieces of your own story around in their heads. I’ve always thought—put together all those random pieces from everyone whose ever known you, from your parents to the guy who once sat next to you on a bus, and you’d probably see a fuller version of your life than you even did while living it.

Things, and people, were always more beautiful when you were afraid to lose them.

I’m glad I met you, I hope you know that.

Everything in life is temporary. Be patient, be positive, and watch the endless amount of blessings you’ll receive.

Saw you at your worst and still thought you were the best.

There is a reason hope is so often connected with light. And, just like light, hope will not bow to the darkness. It is always there—like a bonfire, like a candle, like a streetlight, like light under the door, like the moon and the stars, like a shadow—even if sometimes it takes time to see it.